The sun had just begun its ascent, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink as the ship sailed away from the Isle of Winds. The crew was finally at ease, a sense of triumph washing over them after the intense battle within the ancient temple. The destruction of the obsidian sphere had lifted the weight of darkness that had loomed over them for so long, and for the first time in days, there was a feeling of hope on the deck.
Elara stood at the helm, the cool breeze gently tugging at her hair as she gazed out at the open sea. The Blade of Eternity hung at her side, its light subdued now, reflecting the calm after the storm. But even as she enjoyed the peace of the moment, she couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease. The darkness had been vanquished, but the shadow creature's final words haunted her thoughts.
"The darkness is eternal."
